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Rap Games Hijacked Lyrics

YeahToo many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this businessAin't gettin their proper lootYou know what I'm sayin?(Right)Check the technique(Aha)

[ VERSE 1 ]Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the sameSuckers kidnapped the gameI know the biggest in the business, and no jokeHalf of em broke - and none of em smoke(Bust the facts, loc)I got into this hip-hop gameJust to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fameThere'd never been no cash made in itSo who thought you could get paid with it?Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta thereHit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap careerThen Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck offGot mad paid, word, kicked the bucks offThere wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streetsWhen hip-hop was just cuts and beatsI seen _Wildstyle_, dug the sceneI wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean?I started crashin rap contestsShootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chestsI signed on the lines of a wack contractDidn't even read it, fuck thatThey gonna put my record outI'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin about?In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucksYo, this business sucksBut I got another chance and I came correctGot a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legitBut many won't get no second chanceAnd get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a danceThe game is to exploit young ghetto kidsA straight pimp game, and there ain't no shameAnd the shit's gone too far100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R'sThe game's hijacked

The rap game's hijacked

Let me tell you how it happened

[ VERSE 2 ]Now while every MC in the gameWas worryin about a white boy gettin the fameThey dug out the foundationNow let me give a demonstrationSay you got a dope group from the hoodTalkin mad shit like they're up to no goodYou take em to a labelNow who sits behind the table?Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shitTryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hitThe shit's way off courseIt's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horseYou go on tour, the white agency says you're wildTone down your styleThe radio jocks are all popSo how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?The shit that make your face turn greenIs when you get dissed by a kidnap magazineI give a fuck about these muthafuckasI'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothersGet your paperwork straight, kidGet a lawyer and accountant just like I didDon't blow your dough, cause you will see g'sBut this game has no guaranteesLearn about publishing points, so you won't be blindLearn to read everything you signThen you might have a chanceIf not, bend over, pull down your pantsThe game's hijacked

(YeahI don't they hear you, brother)Yo, the rap game's hijacked(Word)I'm talkin 'bout a hijack(Say it one more time, baby)The rap game's hijackedCheck it(Break it down for these niggas)

[ VERSE 3 ]You can go gold and still owe the record label cashYo kid, check the mathLearn about the word 'recoup', troopAnd stop walkin round all hyped and soupedYou ain't nothin but somethin to be used and workedYou ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerkedCause the fuckin record label don't love ya, palThey didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya nowThey're out to make an end, friendCause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10They'll take you for everything you gotOr else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rotI'm tryin to tell you what's upYou best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking gutsCause I just can't stand around and watch rap get doneAnd my brothers ain't gettin noneA nigga like me has gotta spit gameNigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fameCause the white man's rippin us off once againReal hip-hop, my man

Fool, the rap game's hijackedYou need to listen, niggaThe rap game's hijackedNeed to play this record about ten timesThe rap game's hijackedBlack people don't own shitThe rap game's hijackedCheck it